Reward, Strength and
“Success is dependent on effort.” – Sophocles
One would think it would be obvious to everyone that, as Andre Gide wrote, “No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.”
However, in the sort of societal soup in which we have come to swim around ~ which encourages us at every turn to imagine, create, find and then self-righteously reject inferiority and unacceptability in our fellow creatures (just, as we have seen, as the typical prehistoric society did exactly the opposite) ~ since creators of masterpieces are in the vast minority they make easy targets for a general suspicion that they don’t ever really work at all ~ that they’re lazy, shiftless and parasitic.
Gee, come to think of it, just what they like to think about the homeless. And anyone else they can get away with hoping is less than they are.
The truth, of course, is that no one is lesser than or greater than anyone else.
That’s a truth so obvious that ~ were we not indeed in George Orwell’s times in which it’s the duty of every thinking person to restate the obvious ~ it would (should) be insulting to the reader to restate it.
But look around ~ it’s hardly that, is it?
Could our expectation ~ our invention, our desire, our need ~ to create a criminal class be…
… creating our criminal class? …
“As a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree / So the wrongdoer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all.” ~ Kahlil Gibran
What’s it Get Us?
Every. Single. Little. Thing.
“Nothing ever comes to one, that is worth having, except as a result of hard work.” – Booker T. Washington
‘Kay, so according to our great thinkers, not only masterpieces but anything at all worth having comes through the application of a little inner and outer elbow grease.
But they’ve been known, actually, to get even more thorough about its necessity than that.
“Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.” – Horace
Nothing at ALL???
“Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.” – Gordon B. Hinckley
What a relief! Something, after all…
You can boil those for soup, after all, you know, if you’re not too partic’lar about the taste…
Oh, but wait. Looks like even the weeds ~ what we have left of all the flowers that used to be ~ won’t last:
“Without work, all life goes rotten.” – Albert Camus
From the life of Booker T. Washington:
He arrived a penniless applicant for admission to the Tuskeegee Institute (then the only one of its kind which opened its doors to people of color ~ see, things CAN be made to chage!) ~ they would have to take on the full expenses of his education, or he’d get none.
Asked by the Directress to wait while she ran a short errand down the hall, Booker T. noticed a broom propped in one corner of her office. When she returned, he was plying it about the rungs of her desk chair.
His admission was immediate.
The rest is history.
“Work is not man’s punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.”